Hello once again everyone!
Grab a tall glass of iced tea and let’s sit down and chat for a while! Oh while you are at it, pour me a glass of sweet tea! Please.
Please don’t invite Larry Roark as he is being so mean as to post such delicious food on the computer, such as fried green tomatoes. Frieda Ratliff, if you live close enough and Larry starts posting corn on the cob, I really think you should go and take it away from him!
Shirley Godbey and I went to Hunter’s Pizzeria in Middletown to see a favorite band of ours, Bluegrass Favorites with Tony Hale.
My sympathy goes out to Tony Hale’s family as a few days later I heard about a tragic accident that involved Tony’s nephew and his family.
While we at Hunter’s Pizzeria, I had a pleasant surprise as some special friends were there, Les and Pat Wagner. Les, I thought about putting another name. I wish I was as special as Pat thinks is I am.
I really don’t think I could do anything wrong in this woman’s eyes. I have told her that I am so hardheaded and stubborn that if she really knew me she would plainly see that I am not as sweet and precious as she thinks I am.
In all plain truth I guess people do see the real me as I don’t use makeup so the real me is always showing. Sometimes I think I wear my heart outside my body for the world to see.
I am basically a happy person and I try to find good in all people, though sometimes I am very guilty of meeting someone and taking an instant dislike to them, though that really doesn’t happen too often.
I do have one bad habit, of speaking before thinking, but should I start thinking before speaking, well there’s not enough time in a day for me to do that as my brain is always in overdrive. I just open my mouth and out words come, good, bad or indifferent.
Thanks, Les and Pat, for the delicious tomatoes.
I went to pay my respects for Jewel Calihan’s family. This was one of the biggest viewings that I have been to in a long time. I am very sorry to say I really didn’t know Jewel that well as I had met her a few times, although we talked on the phone several times. I have a feeling that I sure missed out on a good friend.
Jewel loved reading my column in The Mountain Eagle, and it was a pleasure meeting her children. You could feel the love in this funeral home. I stood a stranger in the crowded room until I got close to the front. There were so many pictures of Jewel and her family on display. There was a quilt with her birth date, wedding date, and it was filled with pictures, which was given to her by her children on her 70th birthday.
As I reached the end of the line and talking to Jewel’s youngest son, he showed me a picture of the old homeplace hanging on the wall back on Paces Branch. Someone had gotten bricks from the chimney, and kept them over the years, and a brick was placed in Jewel’s casket.
My heart was filled with many emotions as I knew they were taking Jewel to her final resting place in the Stamper Cemetery at Kingscreek, which is high on the hill above Hassel Stamper’s. My aunt Victoria Whitaker, Tena, and Uncle Lee Hall are all buried there.
I was told several years ago that people from the mountains of Letcher County were clannish. I really don’t think we are, but I do think that we feel each other’s sadness as there are sure a lot from the mountains who have ventured from those hills of home and still feel connected.
Even though there are so many of the Calihan family I don’t know personally, they were so much a part of my parents’ life, especially my mom’s (Ora Adams Hall) as Nora Calihan was like her mother.
There are so many who knew my dad, Clayton Hall also .
Hayward and Kim Day, Coolie Jr. and Pat Calihan, along with Johnny and Ann Calihan and their son, Gary, it was good to see you again. I wish it had been under different circumstances.
Several years ago Lavine (Bud) Whitaker sent me a picture of Daddy when he was younger, and it means so much to me. I have it sitting on my little fireplace mantle, along with a picture of Mom when she was a young woman, with Ira Calihan.
Thanks to Jr. Calihan for sending it to me years ago.
Gladys Hogg sent me pictures of my great-grandmother, Nance Coots, years ago also. I find myself thinking of how life comes full circle for me in so many ways.
Frick and Frack Ison, along with Jerry Sturgill, stopped to see Polly Maucher in New Trenton, Ind., while on their journey to spend a few days in New York with Michael’s daughter and family. I don’t think Jerry was too impressed with the big city!
Even in the mountains you can find McDonald’s and fast food restaurants. From what I understand, this particular part of New York didn’t have any! Besides that, the guys couldn’t find their familiar brand of sausage!
I don’t think Jerry’s wife will have to worry about Jerry going looking for a city gal and moving to New York.
The guys did have a good trip but it didn’t take them long to get on the road to the mountains and to Columbus once they got back to Polly’s.
I was tempted to go to Polly’s with a bag packed and beg and plead for a ride to the mountains, but then decided I better stay home as the truck was packed.
Thelma Coleman, I owe you an apology. I was supposed to go to Kenton County Library to see my friends Ma Crow & The Lady Slippers and to meet up with Thelma. The weather turned bad and kept me from going, plus I took care of my little sidekick Bennie Wiederhold who didn’t want to go home.
Bennie and I were sitting on the front porch when a mist of rain came in on us. Bennie started laughing and said, “Mamaw, let’s go play in the rain,” and that is exactly what we did!
The only thing was the mist all of a sudden became a full-blown rain so we got a little soaked as we ran from the backyard.
I may not have run naked through the rain after dark, but I can truthfully say I ran through the rain in broad daylight along with a fiveyear old who was elated to get to do this.
My daughter Angie Wiederhold called to say she was going to be a little late picking up Bennie due to the weather. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t speak to her on the phone.
Actually I was sort of afraid that she would be upset as she doesn’t like for Bennie to get dirty. Well really he wasn’t dirty, just sort of wet, and you might say clean!
Bennie will be in kindergarten this school term, though it doesn’t seem possible that he is five years old.
My little grandson Kyle Nottingham is doing alright with the cast on his arm.
I plan to go this week to get Jessica and Katelyn so they can spend some time with me before their school starts again.
Shirley Wells of Clarksville, Tenn., got to visit her cousin Carolyn in Indianapolis, Ind. Shirley and Carolyn hadn’t seen each other in 50 years. Shirley doesn’t drive long distances so thanks to her daughter Dotty Graff for making this possible for Shirley.
I haven’t talked to Gwen Huff Farmer this week as my computer is in the shop. I am sure Gwen is still in her garden and putting her produce in the freezer for winter months. I do know she had supper with her grandson Jamie Farmer and his family.
Sunday evening, my son Keith Ballard called to see what time I would be home as he had stopped by and I wasn’t home. Keith brought supper for me, corn on the cob, baked potato, macaroni and cheese, and a steak fixed with mushrooms, onions and brown gravy.
I told Keith usually Mom does the cooking, but this time he did.
Keith has been kind enough to let me use his computer, which I really appreciate though I will be glad to get mine back.
Sunday is Old Time Fiddlers so I hope to see a few of you who read my column. We meet at 1:30 p.m. in the basement of Miamitown Fire Department on 128 at Miamitown the first Sunday of each month. Snacks and beverages are available. This month we will be having beans and cornbread.
Doyle and Betty Ison, if you two are feeling up to it, I hope you can make it.
I haven’t talked to my brother Richie Hall very much this week as he is not feeling well again, and I have been rather busy.
Hello to my brother Jerry and Mattie Hall and to my sister Loretta Church.
Keep your calendar open for Sept. 29 as this will be the last Saturday of the month. Instead of Letcher County Day, I think we should call this Kentucky Day, or Hills from Home, as Letcher County Day seems to imply only those from there can come, and it isn’t so, anyone is welcome. Bring a covered dish and your drink.
I guess I better tell where this event will be held, Harrison Community Center, 300 George St., Harrison, at 12 p.m.
Those of you who play music, please bring your instruments. Ann Calihan may sing her little Rooster Song.
Clarence and Arlyn Halcomb, I haven’t heard anything from you in quite some time. I hope you are doing all right.
Hello Oma Hatton, I hope you are doing all right, and hello to Emma and Red Engle.
I am doing all right. I am walking quite a bit, that is when I don’t get too lazy.
Well I better get this on its way. So let’s meet again next week.
Until then, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Rd, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email: Bluegrassmama4@aol.com, telephone: 513- 367-4682.